Sunday, 29 January 2017

Real life keeps preventing me from pursuing my dream, so my new year's resolutions is to make time.

So to that end I am going to continue to make time to work on my blog, Thank you to all the mysterious people who do visit (almost 50 per day from unique Ip's) I am working on the bench assembly plans Link to Bench plans and continuing my quest for period style padding without breaking the bank Link to Gambeson

I. Peace in the name of the Lord! Marcabru made the verse and the tune. Hear what he says: how the heavenly Lord in His loving-kindness has created for us, in our vicinity, a washing-place such as never existed before, apart from over there near the valley of Josaphat in Outremer; but it is about the one over here that I exhort you.

II. We ought to wash night and morning, according to what is right, I assure you. Each has the opportunity to wash; he ought to go to the washing-place while he is still fit and well, for it is a true medicine for us, because if we go to death beforehand, instead of a lofty mansion we shall have lowly lodgings.

III. But avarice and no-faith divide youth from his companion. Ah, what grief it is, that all and sundry fly towards that place whose reward is infernal! If we do not run to the washing-place before we have our mouth and eyes closed, there is not one of us so puffed up with pride that he will not find a strong adversary at the moment of death.

IV. For the Lord who knows all that is, and knows all there will be and ever was, has promised us a crown and the title of emperor; and its beauty will be sapiential, for it will shine in the sky at the washing-place more than the morning star, provided that we avenge God of the wrongs that they do to Him both here and over there towards Damascus.

V. Akin to the line of Cain, the first evil man, there is a great number here of whom not one shows honour to God. We shall see who will be His close friend, for with the miracle of the washing-place Jesus will be in communion with you. And drive back the rabble who believe in augury and divination!

VI. But the lecherous wine-trumpeters, dinner-gobblers, brand-blowers, hearth-squatters will remain behind, those pilferers! For God wants to test the brave and the sound in His washing-place, and these others will keep an eye on the houses and dig their coulter into the garden (?), which is why I hound them to their shame.

VII. Here and in Spain the Marquis and all of Solomon’s Temple bear the weight and the burden of pagan pride, which is why youth gathers a base reputation; and the public outcry relating to that other washing-place pours down on the highest-ranking leaders: broken failures, weary of valour, who love neither joy nor delight.

VIII. The French are perverted if they say no to God’s cause, for I know how things stand! Antioch, here Guyenne and Poitou are in mourning for reputation and worth. May God conduct the count to His washing-place and lay his soul to rest, and may the Lord who rose from the tomb guard Poitiers and Niort.

My name is Lord Leonhart Hunt, A Doppelsöldner sworn to service as a Landsknecht (servant of the land), I studied customs of the landsknecht the ways of the Pike and sword, the mysteries of the Great Sword and new inventions to come from our noble artisans the aquabus. "these were heady times" Ranks upon ranks of brother in arms marching for the greater glory of the Germanic empire, But all good things must come to an end, After Georg von Frundsberg death the Landsknechts ranks fell into disrepute.

Alas hard times were ahead, work was sparse due to a very successful misinformation campaign by the spanish, we were relegated to protecting caravans, while still necessary work it was not the landsknechts I was born into.

In service of a Dutch nobleman, our position was betrayed and a trap laid for us. Our noble employer wishing to deny us our due payment made a deal with our Spanish adversaries. The baggage train and camp followers were decimated while we faced off against a diversionary force. We broke off to come to their aid.... Too late. We all swore to fight to the last, surrounded, low of supplies and greatly outnumbered we drove the treacherous Spanish off but at great cost.

The cost was lasting and telling, my unit destroyed, Hopes dashed I journeyed to Lochac to begin again and hopefully find better fortunes in this new land.

I am a member of the incipient canton of Wildmoor a part of the Barony of Southron Gaard in the Kingdom of Lochac.

My platitudes include Squire to Philippe de Tourney, Henksman of the Court for the Barony of Southron Gaard, Award of arms, Order of the Silver Helm, Heavy Marshal, Target Archery Marshal and Baronal Cheesemaker.

I hope to one day earn the honor of being recognised as a Knight in the society for creative anachronism.